Sunday grace


As the wind blows the leaves of trees,

As the clouds roll and cover the sky,

As the rain falls on the dry ground,

As he sun breaks through the sky again,

As the robin sits on her nest and warms her eggs,

As the birds burst forth in their songs,

As the butterfly floats from flower to flower,

As all the creation performs its created appointments

And thus gives praise to their Creator,

May we also

Praise the Lord.

Sunday grace, friends.

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Let the heavens rejoice and the earth be glad.

Our God reigns!


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